text_original: The sun, fallen now almost to the level of the cliff, was slanting upward on to the burnt red pine boughs, which had taken to themselves a quaint resemblance to the great brown limbs of the wild men Titian drew in his pagan pictures, and down below us the sea nymphs, still swimming to shore, seemed eager to embrace them in the enchanted groves.
text_transcription: THE SUN FALLEN NOW ALMOST TO THE LEVEL OF THE CLIFF WAS SLANTING UPWARD ON TO THE BURNT RED PINE BOUGHS WHICH HAD TAKEN TO THEMSELVES A QUAINT RESEMBLANCE TO THE GREAT BROWN LIMBS OF THE WILD MANTITIAN DREW IN HIS PAGAN PICTURES AND DOWN BELOW US THE SEA NYMPHS STILL SWIMMING TO SHORE SEEMED EAGER TO EMBRACE THEM IN THE ENCHANTED GROVES
phonemes: ðə sˈʌn, fˈɔːlən nˈaʊ ˈɔːlmoʊst tə ðə lˈɛvəl ʌvðə klˈɪf, wʌz slˈæntɪŋ ˈʌpwɚd ˌɔn tə ðə bˈɜːnt ɹˈɛd pˈaɪn bˈaʊz, wˌɪtʃ hæd tˈeɪkən tə ðɛmsˈɛlvz ɐ kwˈeɪnt ɹᵻzˈɛmbləns tə ðə ɡɹˈeɪt bɹˈaʊn lˈɪmz ʌvðə wˈaɪld mˈɛn tˈɪʃən dɹˈuː ɪn hɪz pˈeɪɡən pˈɪktʃɚz, ænd dˌaʊn bᵻlˌoʊ ˌʌs ðə sˈiː nˈɪmfz, stˈɪl swˈɪmɪŋ tə ʃˈɔːɹ, sˈiːmd ˈiːɡɚ tʊ ɛmbɹˈeɪs ðˌɛm ɪnðɪ ɛntʃˈæntᵻd ɡɹˈoʊvz.